Twilight Sparkle: The Princess of Friendship With Benefits

When Twilight awoke the next morning, she immediately recognized the same symptoms from yesterday. Her illness was back. And it seemed to have come back with a vengeance. It had gotten even worse.

Her mind was foggy, she was sweating all over, and her chest felt as though someone had dropped a boulder on her and left it there. Not to mention the burning in her nethers was driving her crazy.

She felt so dizzy. It seemed the feeling of comfort from before was only temporary. She needed to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

But first, she needed a bath. She sat up, got out of bed, and made her way on trembling legs to the bathroom.

She took note of how her nethers pulsed with each step she took, sending waves of pleasure flowing through her body once more.

When, after what seemed like forever due to her sluggish reactions, she finally made it into the bathroom, she grabbed a towel, placed it on the sink counter, turned on the water, and made quick work of her nightclothes, stripping them off and setting them to the side to join her towel on the sink.

While waiting for the water to warm up, she took some time to get her bearings, and get a look at herself in the mirror.

She was a mess. She had bags under her eyes, a major case of bedhead, her skin felt clammy, and, worst of all, the sweat on her body was making it very hard not to notice how cold it was in her bathroom.

The only good thing about all of this was that, despite her current appearance, she didn't feel tired at all.

It seemed that the feeling of comfort had gone, only to be replaced by a feeling of invigoration. She felt so refreshed. In fact, she had so much energy, that she had to stop herself from jumping into the air and shouting in excitement.

She put her hands on her hips and gave a slight smile, giving herself another good once over in the mirror.

Twilight had always been rather attractive. The sink hid most of her more...private assets, but from what she could see of her upper body, she was stunning.

Long dark purple hair framed an immaculately perfect hourglass figure, complete with a pair of double D sized breasts that bounced as she twirled in place and stopped, giving herself a good view of her rather round behind.

She had never realized just how hot she was.

She gave her rump a playful slap and giggled to herself as she thought, 'There's no way I look this good.'

Her fun over, she made her way into the shower, grabbing her washcloth off the rack and proceeding to rid herself of all the sweat she had accumulated while asleep.

Spike walked the halls of the castle, a grin on his face and a pep in his step. He felt wonderful. He had no idea what it was that was making him so cheerful, but he didn't want it to stop.

For once in his life, he had finally woken up before Twilight, who usually beat him to the punch and had breakfast already done and on the table when he woke up.

He had to say though, he missed the smell of her cooking already. It never failed to make his mouth water.

But now, it was his turn to beat her to the punch. He had already taken care of everything he needed to do when he woke up. He had completed the daily routine, taken a shower, and the food was prepped and ready for whenever Twilight decided to come down.

Come to think of it, where was she? She would usually be down here by now.

Was she sleeping in? No, that couldn't be. Twilight was all about punctuality, even when waking up.

'Unless...' Spike thought a moment, putting a claw to his chin.

Was something wrong? Did she not feel well? 'There was that time yesterday. She was acting weird when I said good morning, so that could be it. But when she came back from her trip she said she was fine. What could it be?'

He decided to go and find out for himself.

He made his way through the halls to Twilight's room, a determined look on his face. 'Let's see, her room was...Ah!'

He looked up as he walked, taking in a rather long stairway leading up to Twilight's room.

'Ugh, I hate stairs...' He thought before making his way up them anyway.

When he finally got to the door, he was all but exhausted. He lifted his head, took a deep breath, and glared at the stairs before turning his attention to the door.

"Alright Twilight. I hope you're doing alright in there."

With that said he opened the door slightly, and immediately noticed a rather distinct smell.

'Is she in the shower?' He thought, all worry evaporating in that one instant. But then, just as it had dissipated with relative ease, it returned in even greater measure, as a sudden realization hit him square in the face.

'Wait. She's in the shower! That means right now she's...!'

He had to shake his head to stop his mind from conjuring multiple obscene scenarios about Twilight in the shower, however, he could not manage to stop the blush from forming on his face regardless of how hard he tried to hide his shame.

He also took notice of a slight...problem down below. He removed his hands from his face, where they had been placed only moments before, and stared down in fear at the steadily growing bulge in his pants. Shame gripped him like a vice, and he remained rooted to the spot, unable to move for fear of it being in the wrong direction.

'If I make one wrong move, I might not be able to stop my self from peeking on Twilight!'

And so there he stood, too scared to move even a single muscle out of place. He was like a statue, frozen in time, stuck in this one moment for all eternity. At least, he was until...

"Spike! What are you doing here?!"

At the sound of that voice, his blood froze along with the rest of him, rendering him, well and truly, a statue. Now all he needed was someone to come along and break him into a million, guilty pieces.

And along it came. Through his numbness, he felt two fingers pinch his cheek, shattering his frozen state and allowing him to move freely again.

He managed to hear what Twilight said this time. "Hello? I asked you what you were doing in my room."

Well, she doesn't sound too angry. He lifted his head to respond to her, and was presented with two of the biggest melons he had ever laid eyes on.

He panicked and tried to step back, but tripped and fell on his bum.

He looked up, getting a full view of Twilight in all her glory. She was bent over him, looking down on him with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. Her breasts bounced as she straightened up and fixed him with a glare.

"Spike! Answer me!" Twillight lit her horn, and used her magic to lift the dragon off his bum, and onto his feet.

When the magic dissipated, Spike, once again, looked up at Twilight. She was twice his size and could easily beat him to a pulp if she wanted. Not to mention she had magic. She could do all kinds of things to punish him!

He gulped, and turned his head toward the door, preparing to run for it when...

"Oh no you don't!" Twililght lit her horn again, and before he could even get a single claw out of place, he was enveloped in a purple veil of magic and lifted into the air, where he hung, defeated, waiting for his inevitable punishment to be enacted upon him.

But to his surprise, it never came. Instead, he was levitated through the air, and set down gently upon a cushion. The purple veil faded and he looked up at his surrogate mother in confusion.

"There!" Spike flinched at how loudly she spoke, still wary of any punishment, coming his way.

"Relax Spike. I'm not going to punish you."

This seemed to ease the dragons fears, as he smiled up at her.

"Better? Good. And now that we've all calmed down, Let me ask you again. What were you doing in my room Spike?"

Twilight sat down next to him on the bed that the cushion was on.

Finally, after what seemed like years, Spike spoke up. "I...thought something was wrong." He looked away from her as he said this, a blush staining his cheeks once again.

"I had just finished making breakfast and I was walking the halls when I realized you hadn't come downstairs yet, and I got worried. I thought you had gotten sick or something, and so I wanted to come check up on you. I came upstairs and then...and then..."

"and then I found you in my room?" Twilight finished for him.

"Yes!" Spike exclaimed as he began bawling like a baby, despite being well in his teens. When he finally finished, he looked up at Twilight.

"I'm sorry, Twilight. I...I just..."

"Aww, its okay, Spike. I understand. I shouldn't have gotten upset with you. You were only worried about me, and I snapped at you like that. I should be apologizing to you."

Twilight came closer to Spike and hugged him tightly, unwittingly pressing his arm in between her breasts.

Spike, too distracted by her assets to cry anymore, forgot his sadness and tensed up, trying his hardest not to lose control of himself. He just got free. He didn't want to do anything that would cause him to get punished anyway. That being said, the bulge in his pants, having returned after being driven away by Twilight's anger, was back, and it was getting really difficult to hide it.

This fact was further proven when Twilight, having noticed her friend's odd behavior toward her hug, grew worried and asked,

"What's wrong, Spike? Maybe I should be the one worried about you?"

She got off the bed and bent down on one knee in front of him, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

"Oh no... Spike, you're burning up."

'I can't imagine why...' thought Spike, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his boner was still raging.

"I think you have a fever!"

'Oh, i've got something, but it's not a fever.'

But then, Twilight came even closer. She lifted up just enough so that she could look him right in the eyes. "Your cheeks are flushed too. You really do have a fever. This is bad."

But then she felt it. It was for the shortest of moments, but she was sure she felt it. She had lifted her hand away from his thigh for only a second, and placed it in his lap so that she could come closer.

Then she felt the bulge in his pants.

"Um..Spike? Are you...alright, down there?"

Spike rolled his eyes again. "No, no i'm not."

Twilight was shocked. "Was this...because of me?"

Spike simply nodded.

"Oh my gosh, Spike, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were like this because of me."

Then, a sudden thought came to Twilight's mind. She had no idea where it had come from, and she couldn't believe a thought so vulgar would even dare cross her mind, but it was a thought nonetheless. One she wanted to voice, no matter how much her morals protested.

"Would you like me to um...'help' you, Spike?"

Everything went silent. For a moment, not a sound could be heard. It was so quiet in fact, they could hear each other's breathing. For the longest time they simply stared at each other, both unwilling to believe the words that Twilight had just let slip from her mouth.

On and on it went, until Spike gave a sheepish grin, scratched his head, and said, "S-Sure, Twilight. Go ahead."

And ahead she went. Without any further hesitation, she unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear, revealing his cock in all its glory. She stared at it, her mouth slightly open as she examined the grand specimen of dragon meat before her.

Spike was surprised at her eagerness. It was as if she'd been waiting for this for a long time, and was just waiting patiently for his okay.

Twilight was surprised at herself as well. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Here she was, staring down nine whole inches of rock hard flesh, just begging to be sucked on like a lolipop, and she couldn't get enough. Just how long had she been waiting for this for her desire to be so strong? She knew that she had sometimes thought of Spike in this way, but she always denied it, saying that they were friends, and that he was her assistant.

But there was something else. The burning in her nethers had increased exponentially, to the point where simply being close to Spike's dragonhood was making her wetter than a pool in summertime, and the weight upon her chest had increased in much the same way.

were these feelings....these desires, a product of her illness? It didn't matter either way at this point. She wanted a taste of her dragon. And she was going to get it.

Without wasting any time, she opened her mouth, enveloping Spike's cock with it and sucking as though she were a black hole, threatening to suck him and everything else along with it, into oblivion.

Spike tensed up once again His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he threw his head back in pleasure as he felt her begin sucking him off.

"Oh, how are you so good at this?" Spike asked, even though he knew she couldn't answer.

To be honest, Twilight didn't know how she got so good. She was just acting on instinct. She had surely never done anything like this before, so it was a mystery to her how she could be experienced in any sex act whatsoever.

The thought confused her, but she kept going anyway, wanting nothing more than to taste his cum. She would swallow it all and then make him plow her into next week. This was going to feel so good.

About five minutes later, Twilight began to feel little telltale signs that something was coming.

Sure enough, a moment later, Spike said, "I'm...I'm cumming, Twilight."

And cum he did. Spurt after spurt after powerful spurt gushed into her mouth and filled it to the brim. It was almost too much to swallow, but somehow she managed, and finally pulled her mouth off of his cock, choosing instead to get up onto his lap, and place it just below her waiting pussy.

Spike had a sudden moment of clarity. "Wait! Twilight what are you doing?!"

Twilight's eyes were dull and dazed, but she still managed to gather enough coherent though to answer his question truthfully. Even in her dreams she would never lie. To anyone. Especially not someone she wanted to have sex with.

"It's alright Spike. I want this. I don't know why, but...I've always wanted this. To be one...with you."

Spike thought on this a moment. He smiled. To believe she wanted him as her first time. "Well, if this is what you want."

"Thank you , Spike."

With no further ado, Twilight lowered herself down onto his cock. The feeling was indescribable. Not even the tip was in, and she could feel herself getting close to climax. But, she had to hold it in. She wanted him to feel pleasure to after all.

She continued to lower herself onto him, her womanhood stretching as his throbbing cock entered her.

She felt something tear, and her eyes filled with tears at the pain she felt. She shut her eyes. "Did my...hymen just break? Oh god the pain..."

But she continued to lower herself, all the way down until he was all the way inside. Then she just remained there, riding out the pain until it ended.

When it finally did, she opened her eyes and saw Spike, struggling to maintain his composure as he fought to keep from ravaging her.

"It's okay, Spike." she said to the little dragon, who looked at her with an unsure expression.

"It's alright, I promise. You can move now. Here, i'll even do it for you."

She began moving her hips back and forth, side to side. The pain had long since gone, only to be replaced by pleasure the likes of which she had never known in all her life. Her womanhood quivered and tightened, clenching and releasing his cock as she rode him like a race horse.

Given the okay by Twilight, and driven to overwhelming heights of pleasure by her ministrations, Spike let go of all hesitation as he sat up, grabbed her arms, and began pounding away inside of her.

His eyes were closed, and when he reopened them, his eyes glowed green. His dragon's greed, or rather lust had appeared. Twilight could see that he had wanted this as well.

As Spike rammed into her, Twilight felt overwhelming pleasure spread throughout her body. It was too much for her to take, what with everything that had already happened and now this.

She came. She came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs and then some. That felt great. She wanted to feel more of it. She wanted to cum some more.

Good thing Spike wasn't done. He continued ramming her, over and over. From the front, from behind, even upside down and sideways. He wanted this just as much as she did, and he was not about to let her go until he came.

And cum he did. Shot after shot of his white sticky love fluids filled Twilight to the brim once again, and it wasn't too long until Twilight followed right after him.

But they didn't stop there. They kept at it all morning until they both passed out from exhaustion.

If nothing else, Twilight knew one thing. Things were going to be very interesting from this point forward.